Who: Allison and Anton What: Valentine's Dinner When: Thursday night Where: the Hyperion
Allison bit her lower lip. A guy'd never cooked for her before - hell, she'd never known a guy who weren't gay to even admit he knew HOW, 'til the arena.
But this were like - a proper date, yeah? She'd even tried to dress up a little, feeling a ruddy *girl* all the while. Clean jeans without any holes or burns, a soft sweater - she weren't even wearin' a skirt or nothing.
She wanted to run away - yeah, the bloody Pyro, not afraid t' fight in the arena but scared of a fuckin' date?
She rapped on the door and tried not to blush so much.